Ocklawaha Holt

They are cows. Plodding along until their next meal.
Waiting, Watching, for someone to pay attention to them.
But no one ever does for long.
Because they are:
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You pass...
A whisp out of the corner of my eye.
Barely seen.
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hidden in a doorway you wouldn't know is their unless you were looking.
a plain door that leads to a haven.
you pause your hand on the knob.
finally you decide to do it. you turn the knob.
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Its snowing outside
The snow is falling, falling, falling
Stacking gently like a lost child's legos
Forming the sands of time
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the water glistens
a different time a different place
the water glistens
reflecting the cool light onto my face
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A black soul
The blackest of hearts
Filled with black blood
Black as the night in which he came
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